Friday, September 23, 2011

There was no way I could remain objective at a recent matinee of Contagion, the star-studded thriller by Steven Soderbergh about a new virus strain that decimates humanity. A few decades ago, I was stricken by the kind of flu that keeps moving from one part of the body to another. Down for the count, I spent five weeks malingering in bed. A friend intending to cheer me up dropped by with a gift he didn’t realize would, in fact, have the opposite effect. It was a paperback copy of The Stand – Stephen King’s 1978 post-apocalyptic novel, in which humanity is decimated by a new virus strain.

I finally recovered back then, of course.
As an ardent believer in flu shots now, I rarely even come down with a cold any
more. Earlier this month, though, I returned from a visit to Toronto with a
whopper (Thank you, Canada!) that still has me hacking and sniffling more than
a week later. And that’s how I slipped into a dark movie theater the other day,
hoping not to frighten the few other patrons enjoying a good old-fashioned
Hollywood blockbuster with hordes of protagonists and extras hacking and
sniffling and foaming at the mouth and experiencing convulsions.

Gwyneth Paltrow, as a corporate executive
named Beth Emhoff, thinks her initial symptoms are the result of jet-lag but is
the first among us to expire soon after arriving back in Minnesota from a
business trip to Hong Kong. She posthumously becomes Patient Zero, probably
having contaminated hundreds of strangers en route to her home in the Midwest.
Her little son dies, as well, but her husband Mitch (Matt Damon) seems to be
blessed with a superior immune system. He has to put aside his grief
immediately thereafter to protect their daughter Jory (Anna Jacoby-Heron), who may
not have inherited all the germ-fighting genes.

Jude Law spreads distrust

Meanwhile, American scientists and medical
personnel – like the ones played by Elliot Gould, Laurence Fishburne, Kate
Winslet and Jennifer Ehle – race to identify the pathogen and develop a
vaccine. Their efforts are undermined by Alan Krumwiede (Jude Law), a
self-important San Francisco blogger with a host of conspiracy theories. He’s
seemingly onto something when it comes to government collusion with
pharmaceutical companies – the Centers
for Disease Control in Atlanta and Homeland Security in D.C., represented by
Bryan Cranston, also get into the act – but Krumwiede’s hidden agenda is not
exactly noble.

Scenes with Marion Cotillard, as a World
Health Organization epidemiologist, are rather strange after she’s abducted by
counterparts in Macau. They’re holding her captive until other nations agree to
deliver preventative meds for the many uninfected orphans whose parents have
died from the rapidly spreading illness. Since there is no onscreen evidence that
her colleagues notice she’s missing, the kidnappers might want to readjust
their strategy.

Maybe Soderbergh, working from a script by
Scott Z. Burns, had to cut sequences that would give this poor woman some
consequence. He’s got an awful lot of other stuff to juggle in his fast-paced,
action-packed 108-minutes about a planet gripped by mass paranoia. Hospitals
are overwhelmed. Stores shut down. With little else to do once the military
blockades them in isolation zones, panicked citizens begin looting and
shooting. Civil society quickly crumbles, as the misery crosses borders. At one
point, our neighbor to the north refuses to share its supplies of a promising
herbal treatment. (Thank you, Canada!)

Matt Damon in Contagion

The story is more visceral than that of Outbreak,
the 1995 God-help-us flick directed by Wolfgang Petersen that posited members
of the U.S. Army as heroes in the battle against an Ebola-like enemy. Contagion
relies on civilians, regular guys and gals, some of whom happen to be dedicated
physicians contending with a mostly respiratory scourge.

Nuanced performances by reliable everyman
Damon and Ehle, playing bio-hazard specialist Dr. Ally Hextall, stand out in a crowd of characters
talking tough or expressing sorrow or reacting to gruesome sights of sickness
and death. Such a sweeping motion picture can’t afford to stop and smell the
roses, but somehow those two actors convey the finely detailed emotions of a
more intimate saga. Other thespians are given short shrift: Elliot Gould, as
Dr. Ian Sussman, discovers a crucial clue before disappearing altogether from
the proceedings. Maybe we’ll see him return as his usual master thief in the
next Soderbergh Ocean’s Eleven sequel.

From 1918 to 1920, an influenza pandemic
wiped out as many as 100 million people worldwide. Even with so much high-tech
savvy in these times, we’d potentially become helpless again in the wake of
previously unknown lethal microscopic organisms that can mutate at will. These
insidious bugs benefit from their omnipresence. Any turn of a doorknob,
handshake and kiss on the cheek can kill. This valid, au courant concern
is what gives the film, which otherwise might have been an absurdly plotted
sci-fi, its punch. Despite a few considerable flaws, Contagion certainly
hit me where it hurts: my nose, throat and lungs.

– Susan
Green is a film critic and arts journalist based in Burlington, Vermont.
She is the co-author with Kevin Courrier
of Law & Order: The Unofficial
Companion and with Randee Dawn of Law
& Order Special Victims Unit: The Unofficial Companion.